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In the capital, Zuo Xiang sat in Zuo Xiang's mansion, looking in the direction of Liangjie Mountain.

A figure appeared beside Zuo Xiang, followed Zuo Xiang's gaze, and spoke softly.

"Master Zuoxiang, in the battle between the two worlds, can the ghost world win?"

Prime Minister Zuo shook his head and said.

"If it's just based on the current human race, the ghost world may not necessarily win."

"The Saint of Heart and the Saint of Sword have existed successively. The human race already has two saints. If the human race is allowed to develop, the ghost world may be surpassed by the human race one day."

"During Kong Sheng's time, there were three ghost immortals in the ghost world, and when the saints fell, there were only twelve half-step ghost immortals left in the ghost world."

"When the human race finally had no half saints, there were only six half-step ghost immortals left in the ghost world."

"At that time, everyone in the human race thought that the catastrophe of the human race was coming."

"But the six half-step ghosts did not attack the human race, but gathered together to explore the outside world."

"Since then, there are only six half-step ghost immortals and twelve ghost kings left in the ghost world."

Prime Minister Zuo looked at the young man and asked.

"Ji Bai, since you are familiar with historical records, tell me, what is the commonality between the human race and the ghost world for thousands of years?"

The young man named Ji Bai pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"The human race prospers, but the ghost world prospers, and the human race declines, while the ghost world declines."

Zuo Xiang nodded, acquiescing to Ji Bai's words.

Ji Bai shook his head lightly, frowned and asked.

"But why?"

"The human race and the ghost world are two races after all. Although humans can fall into ghost cultivation, ghost cultivation cannot re-transform into humans."

"Then is the rise and fall of the human race following the ghost world, or the rise and fall of the ghost world following the rise and fall of the human race?"

Prime Minister Zuo shook his head, stood up and looked at the stars in the sky, and said.

"I don't know about this question."

"The entire human race, probably only that one knows the answer to this question."

Ji Bai looked at the sky, with solemnity in his eyes.

That one is naturally the first saint of the human race, the one who started the human race's enlightenment.

Kong Sheng.

A layer of doubt shrouded Ji Bai's eyes, and he asked.

"Since that person knows the answer, why not leave it to the race?"

Prime Minister Zuo shook his head and said lightly.

"The game between saints, how can you and me, ordinary people, know about it?"

"All I know is to follow the guidance of my heart."

Ji Bai doesn't know what Zuo Xiang's inner guidance is, but Ji Bai knows what Zuo Xiang wants to do.

he asked in a low voice.

"Master Zuoxiang, are you ready?"

Prime Minister Zuo nodded and spoke.

"Go to the imperial palace in the capital and tell Emperor Daqian that the human race will be defeated on the Two Realms Mountain."

"If he wants to follow me, then give me an answer. If he doesn't want to, then you tell him, and hope that he will be decent as a great emperor."

Ji Bai felt Ling Ran in his heart, and unexpectedly failed to respond immediately.

A Dagan Zuoxiang actually wanted the Dagan Emperor to follow him.

As a person who has been with Zuo Xiang all the year round, for the first time, he felt that what Zuo Xiang revealed to him was much deeper.

"do you understand?"

Zuo Xiang frowned and reminded displeasedly.

Ji Bai quickly bowed his head in response, turned and left.

Zuo Xiang looked in the direction of Liangjie Mountain and said softly.

"Wen Xiang, Lin Zhennan, Chu He."

"Hehe, who can know my Zuo Qingfeng's wish?"

"How can the sparrow know the ambition of the swan?"

Prime Minister Zuo shook his head lightly, instead of returning to the room, he walked towards the capital.

...

The vajra-like cage fell, and Chu He knew that the opportunity had come, so he suddenly opened his mouth and shouted.

"Everyone except Buddhism, retreat!"

Immediately afterwards, a majestic breath descended from the sky.

The meaning of the saint!

The ghost emperor in the air paid the price of injury, finally got rid of Lin Zhennan in front of him, and rushed down quickly, trying to rescue the three hundred ghost commanders from the cage before the human saint fell down.

However, it was too late.

A loud laugh sounded from the sky.

"Hahaha, I, Deng Ah, am here, let me ask the immortals in the sky, who dares to come to this world!"

The majestic sword intent descended from the sky.

At the same time, in the sky, there appeared a figure wearing a white robe, holding Tai'a Shi upside down with one hand, and full of sword intent.

Half-step Juggernaut!

Seeing the figure in the sky, many sword cultivators in Jianmen bowed down and kowtowed to show their respect.

Lei Yuntian, the old sword cultivator at the head, shouted loudly with tears all over his face.

"I, Sword Sect, welcome the Sword Master!"

Seeing this, the ghost emperor no longer had the thought of rescuing the three hundred ghost commanders, he suddenly raised his body, and retreated hundreds of meters in a row, for fear that the saint would stare at him.

In Liangjie Mountain, a human semi-holy is enough to kill him, not to mention that there are more than a dozen human powerhouses above the third rank around him.

Even the Spirit Ghost King would be severely injured in front of that new sage of the human race, almost using the Creation Pill.

His ghost emperor is only an inch higher than Linggui Wang Qiang, after all, he is no match for a half-step saint.

"Isn't that half-step sword master the image of a saint pulled by Chu He? Why did a half-step sword master suddenly appear in the human race?"

"In this way, isn't the strength of the human race far beyond my imagination?"

"Could it be that another new saint of the human race is also real?"

Ghost King Ling suddenly felt ominous in his heart. Seeing this, he retreated suddenly, wanting to leave this battlefield with the Ghost Emperor.

But in the next moment, he saw the ghost emperor's face, and a look of ferocity suddenly appeared.

"Ghost King, do you still want to retreat with me?"

The moment Deng A was about to approach, the half-step sword master's soaring sword intent even directly dissipated the overwhelming ghost aura.

Numerous soldiers of the literati army and the Zhennan army knelt and kowtowed to Deng A.

The saints come out, and the human race prospers!

As long as the saint takes action, Liangjie Mountain can be defended.

As long as Liangjie Mountain can hold on, all the sacrifices they made will be worth it!

With a bang, a ray of light flashed.

Deng Ayao looked at the more than three hundred second-rank ghost commanders trapped in the cage below, chuckled lightly, and said lightly.

"There is a sword god, because of two words, it is spread in the rivers and lakes of Liyang."

"To this day, I think I should be able to use those two words."

Deng A said softly.

"Here comes the sword."

In an instant, the three hundred and seventy-one sword cultivators kneeling on the ground, whether they were wearing swords at their waists or holding swords in their hands, all bloomed in an instant.

Three hundred and seventy-one swords unsheathed in unison!

Gathering in the air, each sword seemed to be like a heart sword, trembling slightly because of the powerful sword intent.

Deng A chuckled lightly, and slashed down with his sword.

A beam of sword energy quickly descended along with the long sword in Deng A's hand.

It seems slow but really fast!

Three hundred and seventy-one swords, together with the sword energy, formed a long dragon in the air.

Come crashing down!